With the Summer sun aligning
Farmers are standing in their fields
Mentally calculating yields
Age old knowledge still divining
Drying ears and stalks entwining
Golden corn heads row upon row
Proudly announcing time to mow
The lush growth topples to the scythe
Age old cycle that man may thrive
Come next Spring fresh seeds they will grow
I particularly like this, my brand of fiction focusing mostly on early early farming practices
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A passion of mine too especially as it remains the norm back home on Exmoor
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It seems Exmoor and Norfolk have something in common. Perhaps cos they’re both a little off the C21st beaten track
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I like the description of farming as an “Age old cycle”.
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Nice comment ta, it does strike a chord with a few
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Beautiful, nature’s circles 💜
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